Chapter 712

On the day before the Quidditch match, Lupin fell ill.

The one who came to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts was Snape.

He stood on the podium excitedly.

Holding Darren's notebook in his hand.

While flipping through it, he said with disdain: "No, too childish... already in the third year and only learning these... what is this, it's completely content from the book... and this..."

The classroom was quiet.

No one dared to speak, fearing they would provoke Snape.

And while Snape was nagging, Harry finally rushed in, covered in mud.

He had just finished Quidditch training.

Covered in mud spots.

"Sorry, Professor..."

Harry was just about to say he was late, when he suddenly discovered Snape was standing on the podium. His expression looked like he had swallowed a dungbomb.